Life in the Banana Patch

A collection of thoughts and asides about life. And if I think of anything that needs to be mocked, it will show up here.

"If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way."
--Bertrand Russell

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Day Six without cigarettes begins with no major cravings. In fact, this whole process has been remakarbly craving free.

I started smoking in 1984 while working nights and going to school during the day. I smoked for ten years, finally quitting, the first time, in October 1995. I was smoke free for 8 years. Then one night, after Oktoberfest had ended, the beer supervisors were sitting around behind the main bar finishing up a keg, when I bummed a smoke from one of the vendors.

Slowly, I started smoking more and more, and by the following May, I had quit. Then in November, the server crashed at work. The rest is history.

I dreaded quitting because of the withdrawal symptoms. But I'm finding I miss the little smoking rituals more--Tapping the pack, holding the cigarette, etc--than I miss actual inhaling the smoke. Weird.

But on the upside--According to the the math I did a few days back about the costs of smoking--I've saved (counting today) $18!